Down Memory Lane

It lies inside

A chest of drawers, old

With a small label

“Down memory lane”

Written in gold



Often in a pensive mood

In that room I go

To play with my possessions

As memories flash

To and fro



My first book and

A dinky toy

Which daddy bought

When I was a boy



A car’s worn bearing

And a  tele’s burnt tube

Little collection of marbles

A box of blocks

And cubes



An album of faded pictures

Coming apart

A damp old diary

Full of tales

Of my heart



A book of poems

And a milk van

I save all these

For my sons

As memories span



The years that have been

I relive them all

One by one

And in anguish call



Take away my possessions

All that I have today

Return to me

A moment of my past

Of that yesterday



I comfort my heart

And for my children

I pray

That some room

Somewhere will contain

A chest of drawers

Etched

Down memory lane












Author's Notes/Comments: 

every one haqs their own memory lane, it is a experience to travel down one and relive all that was

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Muhammad Naveed Ahmed's picture

Dear Shehzad, the last stanza is beautiful...the gist of what you want to say....beautiful again! Do avoid Wordsworth's pensive mood....forgive me but you are my friend and I feel you are much above Wordsworth.